january leaves and spring love - poetry collection

a simple life with you

I'm searching for a home in a place that does not yet exist. a liminal space in between this word and the next. Somewhere wild, with no rules. where nature is the monarchy, and us people her subjects. I want to return to a simple life, where I bake bread and you tend to the garden. Where deer run wild through our yard and the owl sings us to sleep at night. our bed, blades of grass green soft as dandelion fluff and our love as resilient as its greens. I'm searching for a home with you, because it wouldn't be my home with out you.